Summary: The Space Fuckers have traveled to a remote desert planet in response to an extremely generous job offer to deal with some troublesome insurgents.

Commander James Schlanger, PhD: We’ve never worked with these guys before, and they have no references, but their offer was too good to just ignore.

Vyala: Can we trust them?

James: Some of our boys will be waiting in the other room just in case. Apparently they were promised free beer. I figure we’ll sit through their silly meeting, throw our weight around a little, and make some serious money.

Vyala: If that pleases you, sir.

Captain Maya: Welcome, Commander Schlanger. You’re right on time.

James: WHAT?? PEACHES?!

Maya: So sorry to disappoint you. But you see, we’ve been offered quite a lot of money to put an end to your disgustingly racist ways, and now we have you trapped in our base, and we’ve gotten your guards dead drunk, and you are at our mercy.

James: Ha! My boys shoot straighter the drunker they get!

Maya: …Irregardless, I am afraid this is the end of the road for you, Commander Schlanger!

James: “Irregardless” ain’t a word, you dumb bitch.

Redshirt: No!

Lt. RoboKurt: Soldiers! Destroy the Space Fuckers!

Peach troops: Hut hut hut!

Space Fucker: Did you hear what I heard?

Space Fucker 2: Boiiiii, you better believe it!

Space Fucker 3: Guns time!!

Meanwhile…

Dr. Korgo: Vat is all these noise? Dhey are interrupting my vork!

Welcome to Ambush at Station 44-Delta! There are three factions to this forum battle: the Space Fuckers, the Peach Mercs, and Dr. Korgo's cyborgs. The latter two are allied, but Korgo has his own reasons for shacking up with the peaches...

This is a two-part forum battle, with two more secret factions available who will appear when the time is right. The Space Fuckers' objective is for James and Vyala to escape the station and hopefully kill as many peaches along the way as possible. The Peach Mercs obviously want to destroy the Space Fuckers. Korgo wants to harvest genetic material for his cybernetik experiments. Initiative is decided by how fast orders are sent in, and each turn will have a three-day deadline before I NPC your team, unless delays happen on my end.

Overwatch:

The station exit is past the gangplank in the northern sector of the station. Cmdr James (and as many Space Fuckers as survive) needs to escape there.

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sahasrahla wrote:All spots claimed, PMs sent out, let the games begin!Secret factions, sit tight, I'll let you know when it's time to party.

I'm so flippin' excited! Can't wait to start!

IftheSovietscan'tbuild10,000ofthatinaday,it'swaaaaytocomplicated. Rpguy- I didnt miss, I just happened to blow up something other than the intended target.Guy- That was a civilian!!!!Rpguy- Key word there: Was. I don't know what you'd call it know. . .Other guy- Brikwars.

IftheSovietscan'tbuild10,000ofthatinaday,it'swaaaaytocomplicated. Rpguy- I didnt miss, I just happened to blow up something other than the intended target.Guy- That was a civilian!!!!Rpguy- Key word there: Was. I don't know what you'd call it know. . .Other guy- Brikwars.